was opened whole night,
the over night the
dew drops
were
falling down silently, nobody has
seen the pain of jasmine,
drop by drop it has
squandered the
aroma of
heart,
that's the tale of hidden midnight
nobody has felt the unfulfilled
desire of earthen lamp,
the unsung cloister
of remote and
my love
remained stranger as usual to - -
each other, alike the scream
of wounded antelope, it's
floating forever, but
couldn't realized
by anyone
that !
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- SHANTANU SANYAL
